Friday, April 17, 2026

fire inspection ( faulty penguin)

I see your ghost 
At the end of aisle 2
Reaching for the kisses I Blew 
And I would have never knew
That behind the beaming smile 
You were planning 
on running a mile 
In the opposite direction of me 
And that's what makes it hard to see.
That you really loved me 
The push and pull 
The tug o'war 
The confusion that came 
with all the moves you made forward 
Because the second you were in, 
you were out,
After you asked to move in,
Gave me A ring 
A picture of us as a family in a frame.
A donut that said be mine 
And it always happens 
first thing in the morning
While I'm in my housecoat, 
drinking my coffee.
Decompressing
You say you don't wanna fight.
Then, proceed to burst in
Severing our connection 
in a fit of panic and anxiety 
like the house is on fire 
and you're scrambling to gather 
your favorite belongings. 
And I watch like a neighbor 
Unbothered by the flames
I don't feel the heat 
that makes you unable to take a seat
If you'd only be able to tell me 
what you were feeling, 
it would be such a treat
Because it's hard to believe 
you actually wanted to leave
But maybe it was only me 
that was enjoying 
The growth
The involving 
The new roots 
breaking thru the toxic soil 
Of the past 
And the trauma 
That kept me trapped 
From becoming a woman,
I desperately wanted to be
Not for you
But for me 
Showing affection
Accepting attention
Laughing and dancing,
Being in love 
And not hiding my feelings
So I'm Left in a burning house
That took five years to build
Looking for the flames.
That drove you insane,
A Nihilist Penguin


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